every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver: “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again
Don't sabotage your identity trying to name it. Let it be undefined, permeable, mixed, peculiar, unapologetically authentic. Be in peace with being unprecedented, with not fitting anywhere, with being adrift. Before flight, there's a free fall.
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
When Emily Brönte said "You said I killed you. Haunt me then."
and when M.L Rio said "Here's the thing about lust: you don't have to like each other. Ever heard of hate sex?"
and when Achilles said “There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.”
and when Oscar Wilde said "Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power."
and when Donna Tartt said "There was a horrible, erratic thumping in my chest, as if a large bird was trapped inside my ribcage and beating itself to death."
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Those are purely raw emotions.
Passion, love, panic, power and death are an insane combination.
Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.
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― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951
that one sticker you were saving
pressed flowers from a walk around your neighborhood
book quotes that made you laugh
paint swatches of colors that remind you of them
the local time of sunrise and sunset
poems and movie quotes
meaningful song lyrics
polaroids of your desk space, or the view out of your window
cutouts of sheet music you used to play
phrases in your native language with translations
magazine cutouts
pages of old books folded into a small envelope
a secret about your hometown
newspaper clippings from the day of writing
coins from your country
maps or drawings of your city
recounts of strangers you saw
teabag of your favorite tea
colorful stamps
you made crusty bread rolls… by gary johnson
autumn through my eyes by @lazyumbreon
Pixel forest art 🦌🌿💐🧚